keep away from the appearance of evil.”
“Now, that I don’t know anything about. Because nobody cares much about my appearance.”
She cleared her throat. “So,” she said. “Dancing.”
Suddenly, an impulse stole over him, one he couldn’t quite understand or control. Before he knew it, he was pushing his chair back and standing up, extending his hand. “All right, Hayley Thompson, Paris has to wait awhile. But we can take care of the dancing right now.”
“What?” Her pretty eyes flew wide, her soft lips rounded into a perfect O.
“Dance with me, Hayley.”
Hayley was pretty sure she was hallucinating.
Because there was no way her stern boss was standing there, his large, work-worn hand stretched toward her, his dark eyes glittering with an intensity she could only guess at the meaning of, having just asked her to dance. Except, no matter how many times she blinked, he was still standing there. And the words were still echoing in her head.
“There’s no music.”
He took his cell phone out of his pocket, opened an app and set the phone on the table, a slow country song filling the air. “There,” he said. “Music accomplished. Now, dance with me.”
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